"photographs
of high fever.
unlocked films
of diamond-set
insignificance
this negative
of existence,
spitting static
in sweat soaked
dark rooms."
|| shoo.shu ||

Beneath the
feverish rippling
of an
enlightened moon;
A promiscuous
blackout of
dark words
streaming,
soul to soul."
|| shoo.shu ||

“A DESCIPLE
OF THE MIDNIGHT SKY.
SLOWLY BURNING  OUT,
LIKE A DYING STAR INTO
THE HIT AND RUN OF
CHEMICAL CREATIONS.
UNTIL ALL THAT REMAINS
IS A CAUTIONARY TALE,
TIMELESSLY DRIFTING
IN THE CHALK OUTLINE
OF THE MILKY WAY.”
                                                      
                                                    || shoo.shu ||

"his wanton
intrigue,
unleashed a
midnight-dipped
******* as
she narrated
slivers of
vulnerability
through the
sweatbeads
of her soul."

"light wept
tears of radiance
onto your face,
smudging out
the pulse of
sleep, as do
high capacity
clips."
- shoo.shu

'It goes on'
wrote Frost...
to understand
suffering soberly.
To breathe beauty
in an abhorrance
of decay.
To sigh bliss  
on realities
own terms.
This is to know.
--shoo.shu

"handcuffed to
a confusion
of lucidity;
a devious murmer
of red alchemy
the devilry of
her kiss."
|| shoo.shu ||

“biting her tongue,
she flirted with
the tease of
casting omens.”
|| shoo.shu ||

"we slayed,
where sleep
could not
be found
in the
eyelids
of a
cheaper
than dirt
glock 19:
the peace-
maker."
|| shoo.shu ||

The lament of
a widowed
Werewolf
in the
fury of  the
space
between.”
|| shoo.shu ||